| Manic Street Preachers – Yes Lyrics | 3 years ago |
| The speaker is criticizing consumerism. He is points out how everyone is selling whatever they can sale to survive in the society that worships power and money, and how there is nothing that cannot be bought or sold. If it’s going to give them money to buy the things they want, anyone is willing to do things they don’t enjoy doing, even things that seem morally bad to them. There’s no point in fighting the system alone even if the practice is making you sick. You always end up wrecking yourself doing what you don’t like to do to get to do what you truly want to do. Even if the system hurts you at your very core, there is no use fighting and screaming to end the system for the weaker ones, as it is the playground of the stronger, richer ones. Ergo, the smartest thing the weaker one has to do is to hide the pain and appear normal. “Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring. Just an ambulance at the bottom of the cliff” Even if they notice the pain, all that they are going to do is cure the symptoms, instead of treating what cause the pain. The speaker tries to avoid giving to the system as much as he can, “I ‘T’ them, 2407, all year long, Purgatory’s circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes”, but he alone can’t change the system, as he can’t change people’s mind and there is someone else who says yes and he, the one who says no, is only digging his own grave. So, at the end he yields to the pressure to survive. “Don’t hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say. May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same. These sunless afternoons I can’t find myself.” And by giving in to the system, he lose himself. And losing himself, who he really is, his feelings and thoughts, is the only option he has to survive in the world he is living in. | |
| Manic Street Preachers – Life Becoming A Landslide Lyrics | 3 years ago |
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Childbirth tears upon her muscle Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips It’s just a few moments that babies get to experience the bliss of being an infant. They soon are forced to learn lips where only loving and comforting words come can also be used to say many hurtful things. And the older they grow, the more they perceive that such lips function more as a tool to harm than to show love. My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't want to be a man He grows and forms ideas on the images of love, but like the pornography picture he had seen as a child, he is becoming convinced that there is no such thing as true love, just people engaging in shallow meaningless sex and becoming possessive of the people they are mating with. His warm childhood outlook on life gets colder as he ages, so he says he doesn’t want to become an adult. Everyday more numb to agony This the howl this the sigh of the lonely One day I realize oil on canvas Can never paint a petal so so delicate. As he grows older, the pain turns him numb, his defence mechanism making him resilient and hard-hearted. He is becoming cold towards the world and the people around him, when deep down he is just really lonely inside. He reaches the state where he feels that there is no way even the most skilled artist could portray the true agony of one who is broken inside. Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees Life becoming a landslide A mile empty inside Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees With more problems piling up each day, there is no escaping the feeling that he older one grows, the more life feels like it gets caught in a landslide. And all these desires to do morally bad things, desires to be successful, etc. are increasing the burden of growing up while succumbing to these desires make one feel more and more empty inside. It’s a downhill ride since one reaches adulthood, there is no contentment, just desires that can never be fulfilled. So life becomes a landslide. |
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| Manic Street Preachers – Archives of Pain Lyrics | 3 years ago |
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If hospitals cure Then prisons must bring their pain If hospitals can cure the obsession to commit crimes, then the criminals should be treated in the hospital. Don't be ashamed to slaughter The centre of humanity is cruelty But such cure doesn’t exist, so don’t hesitate to kill the killers. There’s a dark side in every human being, the side that do and think about bad things. If capital punishment is not employed to punish the killers, the act can appeal to the dark side of human beings and influence the people who are fascinated by the stories of serial killers and inspire them to commit the same crime. There is never redemption Any fool can regret yesterday There is no point keeping them in prison in order to give them a chance for redemption. Any person can regret what they did yesterday, but just the feeling of regret can never justify their crimes and can never amend what they did, taking people’s lives. Nail it to the House of Lords You will be buried in the same box as a killer As a killer If you side with them in court, you’ll be no better than those killers. You’ll only be the person who advocates killing innocent people. A drained white body hangs from the gallows Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong. Guillotine serve better justice to the killer than giving a serial killer like Hindley to learn and give lectures on embroidery work in jail. Don’t trouble about the act of penance, forgiveness and saving souls , instead remember the plights of the poor victims. They were the weak ones, and right now we crouch to make them strong by showing our focus and support on them, not the killers. Kill Yeltsin, who's saying Zhirinovsky, Le Pen Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allitt, Sutcliffe Dahmer, Nilsen, Yoshinori Ueda Blanche and Pickles, Amin and Milosevic Give them respect they deserve I give them the respect they deserve I give them the respect they deserve I give them the respect they deserve People are always ready to point their fingers at the left wing, the communist leaders, but nobody is pointing their fingers at the people who truly deserve to die…the names of the serial killers. But the writer is pointing his fingers at those killers, giving them the respect they deserve, which is gruesome death. Execution needed A bloody vessel for your peace If man makes death then death makes man To put an end to serial killing and to prevent people killing in the future, capital punishment is necessary. If a man who kills is killed, that will prevent the next person from committing the same crime and to bring about peace. Tear the torso with horses and chains Killers view themselves like they view the world They pick at the holes Not punish less, rise the pain Sterilise rapists All I preach is extinction Kill those killers like the way they did in the past centuries. Killers think they are superior to others and they pick at the weaker ones. Their minds infested with the desire to harm innocent people need to be expurgated, and that can only be done by killing them, their deaths to serve as lessons to others not to follow their footsteps thereby bringing about the extinction of the criminals. |
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